Posts tagged Music

“Addiction…”

Inklings - Poetry & Prose

We are all addicted to something
Girls
Boys
Drugs
Booze
Boobs
Everyone has something they cannot resist
Computers
Food
Porn
Music
Words
I am addicted too!
Starts off with small little scratches on my arm
Turn into open sores later
Knife traces my pale flesh
Leaving little red raised lines,
For now
But addictions always become worse
Smoking
Gambling
Fighting
Gaming
Sex
Over time
I developed a tolerance
One sharp knife
First sight of blood
I never felt such joy
Crimson beads river of happiness
Moved on to razor blades
Need pain to feel every time
Deeper
Bloodier
Darker
Redder
Meaner
Now my scars take longer to heal
And as soon as they fade
I am at it again
Cutting away my hurt
Self-inflicting my pain
Choosing my own sorrow
Over tragedies defined by fate
I will do it to myself
And not let destiny dictate my aches
Soon I fear
It will become worse
How much longer until I am another
Killed by the pains of addiction?

“Cadence”

Inklings - Poetry & Prose

In a pool of ashes…
Today,
I met one tied in a satin pink ribbon…
With a few words in yellow…
Tinting it with radiance…
A few dried up tears…
At the top right corner…
And a desiccated corsage…
A white vacant page…
Carrying a long forgotten purpose…
There was a time…
When…
I twirled my way…
Silent vibrations…
Coming from within…
A rhythm unknown…
A mysterious beat…
Taking over me…
A burning desire…
Running through my veins…
I felt the need…
To extend my wings…
And spread the magic around.
I cannot put into words…
The intense feeling…
My body undergoes with the music…
It’s like a craving…
I cannot ignore…
I reach new heights…
As I sway and swirl…
I let my soul sweep…
Wanting more…
And I just dance…
When I dance…
The pounding cadence controls my body…
Nothing left to do…
But given into these sensations…
No time left for thought…
All that’s left for me to do is…
Just dance…!
When I dance…
The world outside…
Is a vision of peace and harmony…
Everything else…
Makes perfect sense…
When I dance…
My heart is content…
And my essence satisfied.
Alas!
This was the past…
The chorus no longer seems to chant my way…
And the melody has lost its opulence…
People no longer believe in its transparency
And I no longer believe in this cakewalk…!